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Poetry:

[The Force at the Center]   ~   [Love 7]   ~   [Care]   ~   [Death Song]   ~   [The marriage Bed]   ~   [In The Wildest Garden]   ~   [Choices]

  • "Death Song"
    Sacred Intentions Book

    The deer pour out of
    the woods
    body of land, haunted forest
    the screams of man,
    frighten the trees
    a cumulous
    black
    clinging
                              to the forest
                              haunted
                              by gun fire, jackhammers
    gas powered chain saws
                              vultures
                              in the shape
    of people
    circling above –
    the old growth
    the cedars howl –
    thin ribs crack
    their bones brittle
    the insignia of man emblazoned
    on their broad chests
    new tiny haunted
    forest
    grown for cutting
    cut by their neighbors
    they wrestle for
    sky
                              bleeding out the
    heart – carved
    by bleeding
    out the = love forever
    bleeding out
    the beer tracks
    deer tracks
    old growth lies lonely


    one left standing
    haunted forest
    haunted by man
    they are howling





New Life


If you ask a question
And hold it in your heart
The how
will reveal itself
a white globe of shell

will move from its underwater home
and stretch out
will enter the world
slowly, bringing what is sacred to the surface
persevering gently, preserving the way
the way is to hold sacred
the way is to listen to all things good

from this place comes the essential
the tenderness questions no one dares to ask
from this place comes
wonder
inspiration
and be aware
the strait path takes courage, and the crooked path awaits
so every day
I will pay attention
Every day
I will break open the dark water
Every day
I will honor what is beautiful and real
in each human being
And every moment
I will surrender the easy path,
Because I am
a disciple of the mysteries

May you be blessed in all ways.

In ceremony,
Char Sundust

* God, Death and Poetry